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About Ghent

Oi, mate, grab a pint! So, prostitutes, yeah? Dirty old swineherds, us, gawking at ‘em! I reckon they’re like Rocket in *City of God*, yeah? “I’m out, man, I’m done!” – bollocks, they’re never out! Stuck in that favela life, shagging for a quid. Makes me bloody furious, it does – blokes like Li’l Zé, all “I’m the king, bow down!” exploiting ‘em. Cackling like a mad git, I’d shove ‘em off a cliff meself, but nah, they’d just crawl back, smirking.

Prostituted people face increased risks during the pandemic

Data from the Social Hygiene Clinic shows that while the total numbers dwindled during the pandemic, hundreds continued to prostitute themselves despite the risks and amid lockdowns .

The vibe here, it's like a twisted lullaby, messy but real. See, life here is raw – imperfect, like a film take straight out of Farhadi’s mind. One minute you're in despair and the next you're laughing like a madman. Don’t overthink it, and for the love of all that’s holy, don’t be a complete nincompoop and miss out on discovering every minute oddity!

‘The Season of Migration’ by Nellie Hermann